THE CHAINS OF MADNESS (fic + art)
Title: The Chains of Madness
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: White Collar belongs to Jeff Eastin and USA Network. Base belongs to Pandanzu-pixels of dA. Everything else is mine.
Warnings: References to violence
Summary: Peter finds Neal.
Author's Notes: Just a little short piece I wrote for something I made.
Peter found him lying on the concrete floor of an abandoned warehouse.
"Neal!" he cried as he raced across the warehouse to his friend. Peter feared the worst when the CI failed to react to his shout, but Neal's pulse was strong and healthy.
"An ambulance is on its way," Jones called, "should be here in about five minutes."
Peter nodded in absent acknowledgment of the junior agent's words, focused more on the unconscious man in front of him.
A cuff was around Neal's left wrist, the cuff's mate no where to be found. A mask, almost blood red in color, covered the right side of Neal's face.
"P'ter..." breathed the young man, "is tha'...really you?"
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: White Collar belongs to Jeff Eastin and USA Network. Base belongs to Pandanzu-pixels of dA. Everything else is mine.
Warnings: References to violence
Summary: Peter finds Neal.
Author's Notes: Just a little short piece I wrote for something I made.
Peter found him lying on the concrete floor of an abandoned warehouse.
"Neal!" he cried as he raced across the warehouse to his friend. Peter feared the worst when the CI failed to react to his shout, but Neal's pulse was strong and healthy.
"An ambulance is on its way," Jones called, "should be here in about five minutes."
Peter nodded in absent acknowledgment of the junior agent's words, focused more on the unconscious man in front of him.
A cuff was around Neal's left wrist, the cuff's mate no where to be found. A mask, almost blood red in color, covered the right side of Neal's face.
"P'ter..." breathed the young man, "is tha'...really you?"